Drarry fanfic Pt 5

  Draco closed his eyes and wound his arms around the Gryffindor's waist. He felt Harry put his arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. All the confusion melted away, everything was perfect. Draco felt Harry pull away, but he held him tight. He didn't want the magic to end, not just yet. He didn't want to wake up from this dream, not just yet. He didn't want to sink back into reality, not just yet. In his heart, he knew it'd have to end and he'd have to wake up and go back to the cold reality of what his friends, let alone his father, would do if they found out, but not just yet. Harry obliged and kissed him again, even more passionately than the first time, giving Draco a few more moments to feel his stomach fill with butterflies and the electricity race down to his toes.

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  Harry wound his arms around Draco's neck. This was the moment he'd dreamed of, and it was as perfect as his dream. Almost. A mixture of guilt and worry niggled in his stomach, even over riding the butterflies he got from kissing Draco. He pulled away, but Draco kept his hold on him. Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling, he allowed himself to be happy in this perfect moment and kissed Draco again.

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  Two o'clock found the boys sitting on the window sill together, discussing in hushed voices how they were to pull this off. They decided to meet at the window each night at 1am. They heard the clock chime two so they quickly said goodnight to each other, parting with a tight hug. The boys went quickly to their dorms and went to bed smiling.


Pt 3

  Ginny greeted Harry in the common room, she greeted him with a deep kiss, but it wasn't the same. It didn't send sparks down his spine and making him feel like he could do anything. His stomach fluttered but it was nothing like the surge of butterflies he felt when he kissed Draco. Her kisses were sweet and romantic, nothing like the intense passion Draco kissed him with. He loved Ginny, of course he did, but he loved Draco too. Harry winced when he saw Ginny, hating himself for what he was doing to her. Hating himself for looking her in eyes as she told him she loved him.
   
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  A few days passed and each night the boys met up by the window, sharing a much anticipated hour or so together. It was difficult, though, to conceal the budding relationship forming between them. It was hard to stop themselves talking to each other during the day, it was hard to keep the glances a secret. Ginny knew something was wrong, she's liked Harry for a long time now, and knew something was wrong. He seemed distracted and uninterested in everything he used to love. She'd caught Harry glancing at Malfoy and tried bringing him into the conversation but Harry, rather flustered, changed the subject. It wasn't until the sixth night of Harry's strange behaviour, when previously that day Harry had backed Malfoy up when Ron was bad mouthing him, that she realised Harry must be seeing him somehow. Ginny had been considering this before but she'd always told herself she was being ridiculous. She'd always thought it wasn't possible, arch enemies liking each other! Now it all added up. The strange looks, the blushing, the anxious moods. Now she understood. Harry was in love with Malfoy.
  She didn't like the thought, of course not but she loved Harry more than anything but she needed to do something. It would break her heart, but she had to break up with Harry so he could be with Malfoy, and be happy. She loved him and wanted him to be happy more than she wanted herself to be happy.  

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  Harry sat on the common room sofa at just past midnight. Draco lay with his head on Harry's shoulder and his legs tucked under a blanket. Harry looked down at his boyfriend and stroking his finger across the blond boy's cheek before linking their hands. The room was dimly lit with flickering yellow and orange light from the fire and they talked to each other in soft voices. Harry enjoyed the moment but he knew it was wrong, he gazed into the fire, working up the confidence to say what he needed to.
  "Harry, are you alright?" Draco asked him, noticing his silence.
  "We need to talk, Draco." Harry said. Draco sat up properly and Harry turned so he was facing his boyfriend. Harry took Draco's hands in his. "I really like being with you, but... I can't do this anymore." Harry stared back towards the fire, a tear tracing its way down his cheek. "I love Ginny and I can't stand lying to her all the time."
  "I know, Harry," Draco said softly, motioning Harry to sit closer to him. Harry was surprised at Draco's reaction, the Slytherin usually had a quick temper and Harry was sure he'd take it badly. He moved over and snuggled up next to Draco, leaning his head on the blonde's chest. Draco pulled the blanket over him and Harry and wrapped his arms around Harry. All he wanted was a little longer until Harry left him, just a little longer. Draco's chest was warm on Harry's cheek and he smiled to himself, he was extremely happy in Draco's arms. Harry began to feel sleepy and Draco, noticing the boy's slower breaths, slipped Harry's glasses off, stretched out his legs so they were by Harry's and sank lower into the sofa.
  "Draco, this needs to be our last night we see each other," Harry said, sleepily. Draco tightened his grip on Harry's waist and pulled him close,
  "I know," he said simply. Harry closed his eyes and tried to lock this moment into his brain. It was perfect, almost.